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MWP I made it up a long time ago and four other guys joined Goo Punch and A Keys, and Baker, and Bones
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:18
Lyrics
Yea…
90 Bars and Goin
KC
HUH
Let me go
HAHAHA
Marc Ecko polo
Clean like York Rio
Attitude is chill,
And the flow is marked Rio
Trade mark the verse though
Opposite of Cee-lo
White not fat but sure as sh** can smash a beat doe
Mothas f*** as want me to.. hop up on a track but
Im out running trains so what the f*** I hop on that
See me in the booth, watch yo boy attack
Beatin up the beat now the mic is jet black
Comin out from Kansas City
Motha f*** as get me
Adam C will step to ya boy ill f*** in get ya
Boy I f*** in doubt ya, Adam C will split ya
Boy ill take yo dome off now them Joplin boys are wit ya
Used to have a moon roof then I switched it up ya feel me
Now I know what Joplin’s talkin about the roof is gone completely
Back up in the booth…makin dem hits just solo
Milkin the fame’s paycheck but im rapin the game slow though
Music is my b*** named her Bonnie im the Clyde
And I talk my tech CHARLES cause he’s creepin down my side
Yea it’s AC man, we bound to get the fame
Ya’ll workin off a milli man we did it wit some change
I got love for KC, OK and TX
You can find me wit bonez we in the bullet proof LEX
Class, cause I got way more then colleges
F*** b*** s use more rubber than yokohoma did
And you ain’t earned it kid, you barley in the game
And you say you on fire?
You can’t even spark a flame
Yea…. see We earned it so we get it in
Your boy sittin on more hooks then drunk fishermen
And my punchlines….hit like im a fighter
Cats are scared to open the trunk like im the DC SNIPER
So ima slice yo wrist bleedin ima suffocate ya
Ima set ya on the block and let them gangstas get ya
Cause I don’t gotta do sh** all I gotta do is looky
They gon tear ya ass apart like you some high school Pussa
And I do this sh** for hobbies, and boy you build model cars
Nothin like im special? Like corrections though im bangin bars
And you a butcher shop… so I take ya veal
Killin every night spot like im clubbin seals
Gotta up in the crib but then im kickin em out
And if dem h*** sleep in then they cleanin my house
Yea..now they pickin all up all my bud cans, save one for me…so I can ash in it
Gotta crib wit a 7 2 plasma
Look long enough the f*** in screen becomes a hazard
Timbas on the couch? AC straight cath ya
Drain all your fluid like Apollo did to NASA
And ima bastard
Daddy’s in the game till he meet the f*** in pastor
Yea…got money from bangin broads..all the way to betin
Got boarder patrol agents and customs they straight sweatin
I hold it down so I punk that rock
And I aint gotta go to prison just to rep my block
And all you hatas if ya see me!!!!
Come and get me
Got the mind set of Sweeny like Todd you won’t forget me
And I am a have now…you a has been
Got the roof of the Lincoln like the residents in Joplin
I get it in but im ridin SOLO
So god damn drunk that im pullin ova po po’s
I get mo doe, but still dressin like a hobo
Purple with the codine, bonez we call it Slow Mo (Slo Moe)
But I ride slow though
Everyday around your block
Bustin down your doors like guerillas in IRAQ
Makin ripples in the game, people pissed LOOK!!!
And your boys catchin fish on da track wit out a HOOK!!!!
